Smoke

I wanted to tell a different story.

Finding myself on a city bench with a cigarette between my lips and smoke swirling around my head in a halo of misshapen and misplaced desires

drifting.

Drifting away on a rogue breeze stirred
up by a passing cab.

I wonder where they are going.
A young woman and man lost in conversation. I want to know their story.

But it vanishes as quick as the thought can enter my mind.
Nothing more than a pair of shadows. I do not know what defines them.
Just they are living and breathing somewhere else.

And I'm sitting here, with a cigarette between my lips
and a halo of smoke to disappear just as quickly.